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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
impromptu lines to captain riddell on returning a newspaper. your news and review, sir. i've read through and through, sir, with little admiring or blaming; the papers are barren of home-news or foreign, no murders or rapes worth the naming. our friends, the reviewers, those chippers and hewers, are judges of mortar and stone, sir; but of meet or unmeet, in a fabric complete, i'll boldly pronounce they are none, sir; my goose-quill too rude is to tell all your goodness bestow'd on your servant, the poet; would to god i had one like a beam of the sun, and then all the world, sir, should know it!M.HZGJjx.cOM